Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

7. Sneak Peak

*** Trigger Warning: Description of actions resembling self harm present

*** Your POV ***

You had just put on some comfy pajamas, beginning to undo the covers on your bed when a rhythmic but assertive knock came at your door. "Come in," You replied having an idea as who that might be. And you were very much right as you looked up to see Alastor sauntering into your room with his signature smile plastered on his face, but he still looked a little stiff. Clearly the painkillers you gave him yesterday had worn off, but the wound still hasn't closed.

"Good evening dear." He greeted you politely.

"Hello!" You answered brightly, motioning with your head towards the door. "Close that would you please?"

Alastor nodded, closing and pointedly locking the door. Trapping you in a room with a cannibal serial killer - this should go splendid you thought briefly, but it wasn't your first rodeo dealing with a pissy patient. You decided to treat this as any other, despite the fact that this one made your breath hitch in your throat from time to time.

After a brief moment of thought you pulled out an extra bedsheet and placed it over your bed, as well as a basket of bandages and other supplies from the closet.

"Come, sit." You gestured, ruffling through your basket to find clasps to hold the bandages together. When you didn't hear Alastor move you gazed up at him. He was looking at the spot you just covered hesitantly. You put one hand on the basket and another on your hip. "Sir, you are probably about two feet taller than I am, and I am not having you sit on the floor, so sit your arse down - please."

Begrudgingly Alastor obliged, dematerializing his cane and taking off his suit, plopping it on the side of the bed before sitting down and unbuttoning his shirt. As the fabric moved away you had finally found all you wanted in the basket and looked up, observing the wound. Trying really really hard not to focus on how incredible the rest of him looked, or what seemed like a fluffy red and black tail to match his ears poking out from right above his belt line.

The wound had closed significantly from the day before, but it was still deep with some very pure angelic energy in it. So it wasn't healing fast enough, if it remained like this for much longer it could get infected or worse it would keep reopening until Alastor bled out slowly. Both would be even harder to treat. And he was already antsy. To top it off the moving around of his garments have clearly agitated it, and you partly wished that you insisted on bandaging it yesterday but you honestly just took it as a win that he didn't throw you into the wall a second time.

*** Alastor's POV ***

I was sitting on my bed, resolved to go to sleep without seeing you. But as I tried to lay down the wound on my chest gave a sharp pain and I found myself hissing through my teeth, unable to go down. My shadow twirled around me a moment before settling at my feet. "You should go see the girl. Whatever she did yesterday helped and you know it." It was right. I didn't like it. I didn't like that you had seen me so vulnerable, and I especially didn't like that you knew I was hurt. And I absolutely despised the fact that I now had to trudge my way to you for help.

And yet I couldn't hate you. Your eyes were so pure and worried, not even a single glint of malintent or extra motives. The way you handed me - a cannibal of all things - your bloody hand was something to behold. Never mind the fact that your blood tasted absolutely incredible, like warm honey or top shelf brandy or hot dark chocolate or like all of it all at once but somehow melding together perfectly. Between my own lack of energy and how fantastic it felt going down my throat I had forgotten myself until your precious little squeak.

With a frustrated groan I used my cane to push my self up and make my way to your room, which was a couple of floors below mine. Your bright expression catching me by surprise, but I didn't let it show. Instead locking the door so nobody barges in. I came for a favor, not to hurt you, I just didn't want someone popping in unannounced.